30 years ago...
Almost 30 years ago, I was born at the cabin in Condon, Montana. I was delivered by my Dad, with his hunting knife. There were no doctors around, only my Mom and Dad - and my grandma was sleeping in the Sauna with my sister. The only complication was my umbilical cord wrapped around my neck and my head was blue. My dad's hunting knife made quick work of that. July 16th - one of my favorite days of the year.
Funny, I just went back to look at what I had to say last year. Pretty much the same thing. Oh well, I guess I haven't changed much in the last year. ;-)